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Musician’s Canvas

Kate Gibson Oswald  •  Album

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A rich musical canvas of original and traditional music including Celtic classics, original settings of the inspired poetry of Margery Gibson, charming instrumentals, inspirational songs of hope and vision and featuring the acoustic color of Celtic harp, voice, alto/soprano/ tenor recorders, viola, piano, acoustic guitar, harmonica and a touch of percussion.

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Apple Trees in December

Lyrics – Margery Gibson
Composer – Kate Gibson Oswald 2004
Copyright lyrics – racings 1991 by Margery Gibson

Our ancient apple trees are bare;
And shivering through the winter storm
We watch them stand, all unaware
Quiescent fire keeps them warm.

So through the winters of the world
When blizzards of confusion blow
May current of the Christmas fire
Blossom, leaf, and fruit bestow.

O deck the balsam, pine, and fir,
Green-ever hope for peace on earth,
But love the bare-limbed apple for
Its Christmas promise of rebirth.

Copyright lyrics - racings 1991 by Margery Gibson Our ancient apple trees are bare; And shivering through the winter storm We watch them stand, all unaware Quiescent fire keeps them warm. So through the winters of the world When blizzards of confusion blow May current of the Christmas fire Blossom, leaf, and fruit bestow. O deck the balsam, pine, and fir, Green-ever hope for peace on earth, But love the bare-limbed apple for Its Christmas promise of rebirth.

The Mist Covered Mountains

Traditional
Arrangement – Kate Gibson Oswald
2004

Chorus
Oh he soon shall I see them
Oh he ro, see them oh see them
Oh he soon shall I see them
The mist covered mountains of home

Soon shall I visit the place of my birth
They will give me a welcome, the warmest on earth
So loving and kind, full of music and mirth
Oh, the sweet sounding language of home
Chorus

Soon will I gaze on the mountains again
On the fields and the hills and the birds in the glen
With people of courage beyond human ken
In the haunts of the deer I will roam
Chorus

Hail to the mountains with their summits of blue
To the glens with their meadows of sunshine and dew
To the women and the men ever constant and true
Ever ready to welcome one home
Chorus

Early April

Composer – Kate Gibson Oswald
Lyrics – Margery Gibson
Copyright 1991 from Tracings by Margery Gibson

Snow in the hollows
In the sap buckets ice
Thin cloud lightly veils the sun

Two crows flap across the underbrush

No green yet.
But a clean wind
To sweep winter
To the other side of summer

Copyright 1991 from Tracings by Margery Gibson Snow in the hollows In the sap buckets ice Thin cloud lightly veils the sun Two crows flap across the underbrush No green yet. But a clean wind To sweep winter To the other side of summer

Millennium

Composer/Lyrics – Kate Gibson Oswald
Copyright 2000 Kate Gibson Oswald

We’ve swung open wide the century gate
But there’s confusing scenery here.
I lift my drowning thought to find millennium.
A world beyond the corporate reach,
Where thoughts are currency.

Invest my savings in the stock of the third millennium.
Where love is powerful currency
The brokerage house is charity
And stock of finest quality is traded hand to hand…

With compassion, intelligence, ingenuity,
Patience and vision- life’s new currency.
Compassion, intelligence, ingenuity,
Patience and vision- life’s security.
Millennium, new vision here,
With “good government,
Great happiness, and prosperity”

When I meet your neighbor I will see her as a friend!
Love will heal the pain in this millennium.
Charity the earth surround and feed each hungering man,
Clarity and hope abound to seed each prospering land…

With compassion, intelligence, ingenuity,
Patience and vision- life’s new currency.
Compassion, intelligence, ingenuity,
Patience and vision- life’s security.
Compassion, intelligence, ingenuity,
Patience and vision- Life’s reality,
Love’s reality…
In Millennium!

Copyright 2000 Kate Gibson Oswald We’ve swung open wide the century gate But there’s confusing scenery here. I lift my drowning thought to find millennium. A world beyond the corporate reach, Where thoughts are currency. Invest my savings in the stock of the third millennium. Where love is powerful currency The brokerage house is charity And stock of finest quality is traded hand to hand… With compassion, intelligence, ingenuity, Patience and vision- life’s new currency. Compassion, intelligence, ingenuity, Patience and vision- life’s security. Millennium, new vision here, With “good government, Great happiness, and prosperity” When I meet your neighbor I will see her as a friend! Love will heal the pain in this millennium. Charity the earth surround and feed each hungering man, Clarity and hope abound to seed each prospering land… With compassion, intelligence, ingenuity, Patience and vision- life’s new currency. Compassion, intelligence, ingenuity, Patience and vision- life’s security. Compassion, intelligence, ingenuity, Patience and vision- Life’s reality, Love’s reality… In Millennium!

Shifting Sand

Composer – Kate Gibson Oswald
Lyrics – Margery Gibson
Copyright 1991 Tracings by Margery Gibson

Shifting sand
And rolling stone
Confront rock
And rooted tree
But the stone will stop
At some twist of root
Sand fuse at last
To a shelf of stone
While tides of sky
Blow through a tree
And rock is fresh washed
By the running sea

Copyright 1991 Tracings by Margery Gibson Shifting sand And rolling stone Confront rock And rooted tree But the stone will stop At some twist of root Sand fuse at last To a shelf of stone While tides of sky Blow through a tree And rock is fresh washed By the running sea

Red is the Rose

Traditional Arrangement – Kate Gibson Oswald 2004

Come over the hills my bonnie Irish lad
Come over the hills to your darlin’
You pick the rose love, and I’ll make the vow
And I’ll by your true love forever.

Chorus
Red is the rose by yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
And my love is fairer than any.

‘Twas down by Killarney’s green fields that we strayed
And the moon and the stars they were shining
The moon shone its rays on his locks of golden hair
And he swore he’d be my love forever

Chorus

It’s not for the parting that my sister pains
And it’s not for the grief of our mother
It’s all for the loss of my bonnie Irish lad
That my heart is breaking forever.

Outside The Box

Lyrics and Music – Kate Gibson Oswald
Copyright 2004

Dad tell me a story from the years long gone by,
When the stars seemed glued to the roof of the sky,
When Columbus sailed, and the world was still flat,
And anything else as strange as all that!

He tied back his curls of dark hair with a band,
And he smiled at me gently as we walked on the sand.
As we talked he said softly, gazing up at the skies
“I’ll tell you a story to open your eyes”

“Before men could fly to the moon or Tibet,
They walked, or they rode, or they swam and got wet.
But soon they were sailing and exploring the shores,
And Columbus knew that there had to be more.
He’d heard some wild stories about the world as a ball,
The thought was so crazy, made no sense at all.
With your eyes you can see the world’s certainly flat,
It goes straight ahead, and it ends, just like that!

Not many years earlier a man had been tried.
The charges were blasphemy, because he had lied.
He lied that the earth was not center of all,
That the sun was our leader and we follow its pull!
Well the church leaders hollered, the king made a roar,
Galileo repented- and said nothing more.
If you look with your eyes you can certainly see,
It’s the sun that is moving! The Earth’s stationary!
It‘s the sun going round us, the earth’s still as can be!

But Columbus wanted glory and gold and all that.
So he hired some sailors and pulled out his map.
He intended to sail past the edge of the map!
His men were all frightened and many turned back.

He trusted his instinct, sailing day after day.
The end never happened and history was made
Today we all laugh at a tabletop world,
But with bold Chris Columbus the truth was unfurled!”

We stared for a moment at the crystalline sky,
And I pondered the thought that my eyes could just lie!
If you can’t trust your eyes then what do you do?
Dad said you look deeper for here lies the truth.

“Take Einstein for instance, he searched for a way,
To unify everything, time space everyday!
Truth showed him that both time and space can be bent,
But he only just started, there was more coming yet!

“Like quantum mechanics, black holes, wormhole parks,
Quasars and pulsars and sub-atomic quarks.
New ideas grow slowly, then are born in due time,
Soon they seem natural, and we accept them as fine”.

”In life’s tough arena Truth wins in the end.
With it error can’t triumph or survive as a trend.
History has shown us when the time is just right,
Ideas spring forward with purpose and might.
Good ideas have power, they shine with Truth’s light!”

“Every great thinker works outside the box,
They trust their own instinct and create their own clocks,
They never accept what the five senses see,
But are open to every great pos-si-bil-ity
Looking for answers, and a new way to see….”

Now when I looked at my Dad, I saw a new man,
His wisdom seemed timeless, his ideas grand.
Peace marked his manner and grace shaped his words,
And I loved him so dearly as he spoke his wise words!

Now it has been many years since that night with my Dad.
My children are growing into every new fad,
As we sit by the fire and gaze up at the skies,
I will tell them Dad’s story, share his old story,
Of the thinkers who searched and found Truth in their lives!
Of the thinkers before us, that pried open our eyes!

Copyright 2004 Dad tell me a story from the years long gone by, When the stars seemed glued to the roof of the sky, When Columbus sailed, and the world was still flat, And anything else as strange as all that! He tied back his curls of dark hair with a band, And he smiled at me gently as we walked on the sand. As we talked he said softly, gazing up at the skies “I’ll tell you a story to open your eyes” “Before men could fly to the moon or Tibet, They walked, or they rode, or they swam and got wet. But soon they were sailing and exploring the shores, And Columbus knew that there had to be more. He’d heard some wild stories about the world as a ball, The thought was so crazy, made no sense at all. With your eyes you can see the world’s certainly flat, It goes straight ahead, and it ends, just like that! Not many years earlier a man had been tried. The charges were blasphemy, because he had lied. He lied that the earth was not center of all, That the sun was our leader and we follow its pull! Well the church leaders hollered, the king made a roar, Galileo repented- and said nothing more. If you look with your eyes you can certainly see, It’s the sun that is moving! The Earth’s stationary! It‘s the sun going round us, the earth’s still as can be! But Columbus wanted glory and gold and all that. So he hired some sailors and pulled out his map. He intended to sail past the edge of the map! His men were all frightened and many turned back. He trusted his instinct, sailing day after day. The end never happened and history was made Today we all laugh at a tabletop world, But with bold Chris Columbus the truth was unfurled!” We stared for a moment at the crystalline sky, And I pondered the thought that my eyes could just lie! If you can’t trust your eyes then what do you do? Dad said you look deeper for here lies the truth. “Take Einstein for instance, he searched for a way, To unify everything, time space everyday! Truth showed him that both time and space can be bent, But he only just started, there was more coming yet! “Like quantum mechanics, black holes, wormhole parks, Quasars and pulsars and sub-atomic quarks. New ideas grow slowly, then are born in due time, Soon they seem natural, and we accept them as fine”. ”In life’s tough arena Truth wins in the end. With it error can’t triumph or survive as a trend. History has shown us when the time is just right, Ideas spring forward with purpose and might. Good ideas have power, they shine with Truth’s light!” “Every great thinker works outside the box, They trust their own instinct and create their own clocks, They never accept what the five senses see, But are open to every great pos-si-bil-ity Looking for answers, and a new way to see….” Now when I looked at my Dad, I saw a new man, His wisdom seemed timeless, his ideas grand. Peace marked his manner and grace shaped his words, And I loved him so dearly as he spoke his wise words! Now it has been many years since that night with my Dad. My children are growing into every new fad, As we sit by the fire and gaze up at the skies, I will tell them Dad’s story, share his old story, Of the thinkers who searched and found Truth in their lives! Of the thinkers before us, that pried open our eyes!

Celebration

Composers-Emily Gibson/Kate Gibson Oswald
Lyrics- Margery Gibson
From Tracings by Margery Gibson 1991

The delicate drape
Of green lace shakes
As touristing birds
Whoop it up in the maples

By the midnight satin
Of our cattle pond
Resident frogs,
Keep up the celebration